Amazing

Sunday night at church I noticed that Daniel’s jeans had a hole in the knee. This is his only pair of jeans.
For the first time, David and Daniel are different sizes. Well, not sizes so much as the cut of the jean has to be different to fit each one.
Today was the first day I had to go find him a pair of jeans. I tried our local resale shop (that I love) and they had NO jeans. So, we headed to our nearest town with any kind of retail stores to find jeans. The poor thing tried on jeans at Walmart, Sears, and JCPenney to no avail! He probably tried on 20-25 pairs of jeans. Size 8,9,and 10. Bootcut, relaxed, loose, straight, skinny straight(which was defintely a NO!), husky and regular. We left with no jeans. Why is it so hard? Right now the only jeans that fit are Gap and Old Navy. So, we will be driving a little bit farther in the next couple of days to buy jeans. Crazy.
But that is not what I wanted to tell you about.
This is!
We went to the mall today in our nearest big town and our nearest big town is known far and wide for its crime. So much so, that I carry my money, phone and keys in my front pocket and not in my purse if I am shopping so if my purse is stolen nothing else will be.
We were in the mall over an hour, trying on jeans and walking from one store to the other. When we walked out of the mall to the parking lot, I looked at the van, I had gotten a front parking spot, and the sliding door was open!
I said “guys, the door is open!”Samuel said” I know I closed it!”I said ” I know it was closed!”The only thing I can think of is that when I hit the lock button on my key ring ( I usually hit it 3-4 times) I must have hit the door open button and then the lock button. All the closed doors were locked.
We had 2 Nintendo DS’s, my Kindle, 5 coats, a GPS, and a brand new vacuum cleaner still in the box in the van. I was scared to death. We got to the van, and everything was there. EVERYTHING!
I couldn’t believe it. God must have put extra angels around and in that van while we were in the mall. I must work those angels overtime, who knows what stupid stuff I do that I don’t even realize. I was so thankful to God for watching over me and my stuff.
The funny thing was, when I was driving off the parking lot I looked at my leg and saw what looked like a dead bug or something. I shooed it off of my leg and kept driving. When I stopped to order food at the drive-thru at Wendy’s I looked at my steering wheel and there was bird poop on it!
A bird had flown in the door and pooped on my steering wheel and then flew out of the van???!!!! How strange is that?
Hopefully tomorrow won’t be this eventful!

Julie

Published by Abby Lee

Celebrating and decorating with purpose is my favorite thing to do. When I am not filling a tree with ornaments or throwing a birthday party for my golden doodle, I am being mom to a super cool tween son, the wife to a fine blue eyed man and selling real estate. I call northeast Arkansas home and when I am not loving on my people or celebrating in our space, I am using words to express myself here or on my podcast. Be sure to follow me! I am the co-author of a blog called Life with My Sister and have a podcast called Abby As-Is. You can also follow me on Instagram, Facebook, Pinterest and YouTube.

2 thoughts on “Amazing

  1. Please do not do to Daniel as my Mom did me when I was a youngster needing clothes. She would take me to downtown Memphis to shop (this was long before anyone had ever heard of something called a mall). I would be looking at some pants I liked and Mom would be several feet away and she would announce, out loud, \”Bobby, you need to be looking over here in the Husky Department. You know you wear huskies\”. Please never, never do that to my grandson.Thanks,Dad

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